Silently he struggles to get closer to me. He has picked himself up off the ground and wobbled my direction. A few more steps, not those fast paced steps of agility but weak small steps with purpose. Steps taken, he collapses at my feet. Here he sits. Waiting for some words of praise, longing for the caress which he is sure will follow.
Sunshine is beaming down on us. I run a brush through his hair and he looks up with sad eyes. The tears flow and we both know that this is the end. We just sit. It has been a long night. Despite the sunshine all is not well.
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